Title: The Ghost Watcher
Rating: pg13
Disclaimer: I don't own. Please don't sue or anything, I have little value or possessions. And you wouldn't want the Cat I do have, he's too busy kicking the new kitten's ass.
Author's note: Well, let's see if you like this chapter. You'll understand whom the lady is speaking to later. Good reading!
The Ghost Watcher
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She stood, watching, as the ghost of the Wanderer and it's one and only, lonely, passenger appeared for the first time.
The loneliness, and overwhelming grief emanating from the ghostly train's occupant was hard to ignore. Even for her, the need to go and comfort him was strong, but . . . the rules said she could not.
Nor could she turn back the hands of time to fix what had gone wrong. She could not go back and save the life of a man whom she herself had once helped raised. A man, who she had quietly watched from the shadows as he began his own journey through life, lending him a hand only when he had absolutely needed it. A man who's' journey was now over forever.
So she resigned herself to waiting now, waiting like James West was, for the only four who would be allowed to set what had once gone wrong, right.
For all her powers, not even the Queen of the Night could set things right. So she waited, every night returning to share the ghostly mans sorrow at the edge cliff. Waiting by day for the time to be right to end the town's ghostly train's visits. And for that she would wait for more than a hundred years.
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Present Day . . . . August 24, 1987
She had aged herself to fit the persona she needed. It was finally time to help the ghost of the only man her godson had ever trusted. Already she had sent a plea for help from the four men she knew could meet a ghost and not shy away.
Hopefully they would help the lonely ghost, and with a little push of her own they could alter the timeline's results.
She smiled softly as she watched from the shadows as the lonely Secret Service Agent wandered from his ghostly train to the edge of the cavern. Then, as it always had, his unearthly wail of pain, of grief, of loneliness, and of rage echoed through the night and struck her very heart and soul to the core.
"Soon," she whispered in the dark, " Very soon, Agent West, you may get your second chance to fix the wrongs. Maybe this time you can protect the man I practically considered my own son, and the man you considered more than even just a best friend."
She walked away silently from the cliff as he turned to make his nightly reenactment of his suicide. A single tear slid down her cheek as she slipped away in the shadows. Just another ghost in the dark, waiting for a different freedom from a different cage.
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Author's notes: All right, a short and sweet second chapter to tie people over who are actually interested in the story and read it. Let's see, the first one to e-mail me and guess who the four mysterious "helpers" are will get to read the third chapter two days in advance. Thanks.
Rating: pg13
Disclaimer: I don't own. Please don't sue or anything, I have little value or possessions. And you wouldn't want the Cat I do have, he's too busy kicking the new kitten's ass.
Author's note: Well, let's see if you like this chapter. You'll understand whom the lady is speaking to later. Good reading!
The Ghost Watcher
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She stood, watching, as the ghost of the Wanderer and it's one and only, lonely, passenger appeared for the first time.
The loneliness, and overwhelming grief emanating from the ghostly train's occupant was hard to ignore. Even for her, the need to go and comfort him was strong, but . . . the rules said she could not.
Nor could she turn back the hands of time to fix what had gone wrong. She could not go back and save the life of a man whom she herself had once helped raised. A man, who she had quietly watched from the shadows as he began his own journey through life, lending him a hand only when he had absolutely needed it. A man who's' journey was now over forever.
So she resigned herself to waiting now, waiting like James West was, for the only four who would be allowed to set what had once gone wrong, right.
For all her powers, not even the Queen of the Night could set things right. So she waited, every night returning to share the ghostly mans sorrow at the edge cliff. Waiting by day for the time to be right to end the town's ghostly train's visits. And for that she would wait for more than a hundred years.
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Present Day . . . . August 24, 1987
She had aged herself to fit the persona she needed. It was finally time to help the ghost of the only man her godson had ever trusted. Already she had sent a plea for help from the four men she knew could meet a ghost and not shy away.
Hopefully they would help the lonely ghost, and with a little push of her own they could alter the timeline's results.
She smiled softly as she watched from the shadows as the lonely Secret Service Agent wandered from his ghostly train to the edge of the cavern. Then, as it always had, his unearthly wail of pain, of grief, of loneliness, and of rage echoed through the night and struck her very heart and soul to the core.
"Soon," she whispered in the dark, " Very soon, Agent West, you may get your second chance to fix the wrongs. Maybe this time you can protect the man I practically considered my own son, and the man you considered more than even just a best friend."
She walked away silently from the cliff as he turned to make his nightly reenactment of his suicide. A single tear slid down her cheek as she slipped away in the shadows. Just another ghost in the dark, waiting for a different freedom from a different cage.
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Author's notes: All right, a short and sweet second chapter to tie people over who are actually interested in the story and read it. Let's see, the first one to e-mail me and guess who the four mysterious "helpers" are will get to read the third chapter two days in advance. Thanks.